Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

"By the way, Mr. Chen Ming, is there any progress on the matter I asked you to handle before?"

"Ah...that matter..."

It's been quite a while. The tailor had asked him to keep an eye out for a somewhat rude little girl with white hair and blue eyes.

However, he had never seen such a person before. The outer goddess he had met once before had white hair and blue eyes, but she was a young woman.

Such a conspicuous image, he would never forget it if he had seen it before; if he can't recall it, then he has never seen it before.

He shook his head slightly and said—

"Sorry, no..."

As he finished speaking, a flash of inspiration seemed to strike him.

No, there are.

White hair, blue eyes, a little queen who rudely lets people kiss her cute little feet...

Isn't it just his family's glassware?

Chapter 544 Delicate and alluring jade feet under the table

Chen Ming hesitated for a moment. Would someone like Liuli count? Although she was indeed a very cute white-haired, blue-eyed loli, he had never seen that kind of appearance in real life.

If such a beautiful loli existed in reality, I would definitely want to play with her. But her current Ruri cat form is also very cute.

If you think about it carefully, Ruri is the creator of witches and magical girls, so it's quite normal for the tailor witch to need her help.

only……

Chen Ming hesitated for a moment. Liu Li had been to his shop before, but the tailor couldn't find her when she came. Wasn't that a bit strange?

It's as if Liuli is deliberately avoiding the tailor?

why?

Chen Ming made up his mind; it was best not to tell the seamstress, Liuli, about it yet. Although Liuli was his cat, it was better not to make decisions for her if she had any ideas of her own.

Parents should not make decisions based on their own judgment when they are not clear about something.

"Mr. Chen Ming?"

The tailor noticed a sudden change in Chen Ming's expression. Had he thought of something? She couldn't help but feel a little expectant—

"Has something come to mind?"

"Uh, no, I'm sorry, I haven't seen the person you mentioned recently."

Chen Ming smiled and said to the tailor.

He wasn't exactly lying; he hadn't actually encountered her in real life, so what he saw in his dreams couldn't really count, right? If dreams counted, then he had a ton of white-haired, blue-eyed anime girls in his mind.

It's not right to just talk nonsense about whatever you dream about.

Chen Ming was trying to justify himself.

"I see..."

The tailor was inevitably a little disappointed. Chen Ming apologized to her in his heart and decided to ask the kitten about the tailor when he got back.

Let's see if we can help her resolve this.

So he said—

"Speaking of which, what did the seamstress want with that person? If a child has been missing for so long, she really should call the police."

"No, that's not it... Actually, that person is quite old, not a child, he just looks like one."

The tailor quickly waved his hand to explain.

Aunt tilted her head and said—

"Senior tailor, could you please ask Mingming to find someone? Who is it?"

"that is……"

The tailor pointed to her eyes, where there was evidence of her being a witch, and then Auntie understood—she was looking for the Boss.

However, if she finds out that I said the Boss is already very old, I might get really badly punished.

The tailor sighed, his hand holding the spoon clenched slightly, and after composing himself, he looked at Chen Ming again, saying with a hint of pleading—

Could you please continue to keep an eye out for me?

"Of course, I'll tell you if I have any leads, don't worry."

Chen Ming gave a gentle smile, which reassured the tailor, who smiled back. She didn't know why, but she felt she could trust the person in front of her, that he would definitely help her find the Boss. What was this inexplicable feeling?

The tailor was somewhat shy and honest—

"Thank you so much for taking care of me so many times."

When we first met, he was very easy to talk to. He promised to keep an eye out for her and gave her a lot of discounts. Now he's even treating her to meals. He's just benefiting from Xiaomei's influence.

He is such a good person.

Well, but he also seems a bit of a womanizer, I really don't know how to describe it.

Chen Ming shook his head and said—

"It's nothing... um..."

Suddenly, his warm smile froze slightly, then quickly returned to normal, without anyone noticing. He glanced at his aunt, who was eating with her head down, seemingly without any sign of distress.

only……

He lowered his gaze slightly and glanced down at his crotch. Under the cover of the dining table and tablecloth, a beautiful leg in high heels gently caressed his calf with the delicate instep of her foot.

She wasn't wearing stockings; it was just through his trouser leg that the warm, smooth touch traveled from below all the way to his heart, stirring his heartstrings.

His aunt has always been so alluring.

This sneaky, secretive approach has its own unique charm.

It's intoxicating.

Auntie appeared calm, but she was actually quite nervous. The senior tailor and Afu were no ordinary people; if they were discovered, it would be all over.

However, seeing him only talking to the senior tailor and barely paying attention to her, she couldn't swallow her anger. He rarely came over, couldn't he even spare a few words for her? Were other things really that important?

That wretched womanizer! If you don't look this way, I might just walk right up to you. I have no idea what will happen then.

Auntie temporarily put her beautiful feet away. Before Chen Ming could even relax, she had already quietly taken off one shoe, revealing a slightly damp bare foot that, despite being over forty, was still as tender and delicate as a young girl's.

The soles of her feet gently pressed against his calves, her toes twitching slightly, as if droplets of water were falling onto the jade plate in his heart, stirring up echoes.

His expression finally changed somewhat.

Afu had been watching her lover closely. She glanced over and saw that he seemed to have been standing there for a long time, not touching his food. She asked him with concern—

"What's wrong? Don't you like the food?"

Her voice startled Chen Ming, who gave a somewhat embarrassed smile and said—

"No, actually it's... alright."

She paused for a moment, of course, because it was her aunt's doing. The feeling of being secretly harassed by her aunt while carrying Afu on her back was a strange sense of taboo, which was terrible, yet also somewhat exciting.

Ah Fu's eyes were full of virtue as she said—

"Or I'll really go to the kitchen and cook for you."

For the one she loved, A-Fu was willing to do anything. Chen Ming was infinitely grateful to have such a wonderful girl, but...

He was in a situation where he was entangled with his aunt in front of such a nice girl. What was he feeling? He suddenly felt guilty, but he couldn't shake it off and could only helplessly enjoy it.

Things are getting worse.

Afu's eyes grew increasingly strange, as if he was about to notice something amiss. He quickly pulled her close, gently kissed her lips, and said—

"Thank you, A-Fu, I like you the most..."

"Ah, ahh..."

Afu's face immediately turned red and her mind went blank, unable to think about Chen Ming's strange behavior.

Seeing this, Chen Ming breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt saddened by his despicable behavior. While kissing Afu, his aunt once again placed a beautiful foot on him, teasing him and trying her best to make him unable to control himself.

On one side is the virtuous A-Fu, and on the other is the quirky aunt, which makes Chen Ming feel confused.

He secretly lowered his hand, pinched the delicate toe that had rubbed against his knee, and met his aunt's slightly smug smile.

He gritted his teeth secretly.

Auntie, you're playing with fire again.

Chapter 545 The Mischievous Beautiful Feet

Her beauty was so captivating that Chen Ming couldn't concentrate on his meal; he was so agitated that he became somewhat restless.

So, is my aunt really afraid of everyone finding out about our relationship, or does she enjoy this secretive feeling? She did the same thing at my parents' house before, doing these exciting and thrilling things.

Afraid of being discovered, yet always doing so.

This is probably the fun of being a secret couple: doing so many things behind the scenes, slowly accumulating sins, and then exploding at some point.

Feeling the warmth of her soles, I gently pinched her toes, telling her to be careful, or we'd really be discovered.

He outwardly tried his best to maintain his expression, and it's hard to say that he didn't find such strange behavior amusing.

Despite this, she secretly remembered the incident, harboring a burning desire to teach this alluring vixen a lesson in the future.

His aunt and he remained silent, poking at their rice bowls with their chopsticks, barely eating a few bites, their minds completely absorbed in their battle below.

It was so fast that it could touch his knee.

He silently watched his aunt, her upper body straight, yet she could lift her leg like that, her flexibility was so good, she didn't look like a beautiful woman in her forties at all.

In addition to flexibility, you also need to have excellent core strength.

He couldn't help but recall how, in his own room, he had gently embraced his aunt's slender waist and felt its softness, firmness, and elasticity.

He was absent-minded, his attention was drawn by his aunt, and he didn't hear what the seamstress said.